In the beginning was the chaos; then God said, “Let there be a file cabinet.”
Folders keepers, labels reapers.
A sticky a day keeps the stickler away.
Every petty bureaucrat lives to guard a narrow slat.
If the front desk gives short shrift, come back and try the later shift.
An inspector is a hopping toad; he courts, warts, and aborts with code.
The bigger the bureaucracy the worse fit for humanity.
The ax feels no pain.
Hierarchy is a type of malarkey.
The soul’s safe, self-loving asides, must trump the brutal rules made by pride.
We each maintain bureaucracy to guard our soul’s aristocracy.